The door to Thomas's bedroom creaked open, and in walked Agnes, the no-nonsense maid who had been working for the master's family for years. She was a stout woman, with a stern face and sharp eyes that missed nothing. Tonight, she had been summoned to Thomas's room, as he was having trouble sleeping.
As she entered the room, she found Thomas sitting on the edge of his bed, looking tense and anxious. His brow was furrowed, and his hands were clenched into fists. Agnes walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thomas, love, what's the matter?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.
Thomas looked up at her, his eyes filled with embarrassment. "I can't sleep, Agnes," he admitted, his voice low and shaky.
Agnes nodded, her expression understanding. "Alright, then," she said, "let me help you relax." She began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers moving deftly and efficiently. Thomas's body was toned and muscular, and Agnes couldn't help but let out a low whistle as she revealed his chest.
Thomas blushed, looking down at his lap. "Agnes, I-" he began, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"Hush now, Thomas," she said, "I'm just doing my job." She began to massage his shoulders, working out the knots and tension that had built up in his muscles. Thomas let out a sigh of relief, his body beginning to relax under Agnes's skilled hands.
Agnes's hands moved down to Thomas's lower back, causing him to squirm and giggle. "You're such a ticklish thing," she said, playfully insulting him. Thomas blushed again, trying to stifle his laughter.
Agnes's hands continued to explore Thomas's body, moving to his thighs and calves. Thomas was getting more and more relaxed, his breathing slowing down and his muscles loosening. Agnes noticed something else, however - Thomas's growing arousal.
She gave him a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Well, well, well," she said, "looks like someone's feeling better."
Thomas nodded, his face flushed. "Yes, Agnes," he stammered out, his voice barely above a whisper.
Agnes wrapped her hand around Thomas's shaft, causing him to gasp. She began to stroke him, slowly at first, then faster. Thomas's hips began to move, his body responding to Agnes's touch.
Agnes could feel Thomas getting closer and closer to the edge. She told him to let go, and he did, ejaculating and covering Agnes's hand. She gave him a satisfied smile, then told him to get some sleep.
Thomas, now fully relaxed, thanked Agnes and drifted off to sleep. Agnes left the room, satisfied with a job well done. She wiped her hand clean and chuckled to herself. She thought about how she'd have to do this again tomorrow night.
As she walked down the hallway, Agnes reflected on her role in the household. She wasn't just a maid - she was a helper, a confidant, and a friend to the master's son. She smiled, feeling content.
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